by Dani Stowe
Chapter 10
Nancy
There’s a knock on the door. I wipe my eyes and look at the time. It’s still morning. Despite having slept in Tiny’s bed last night, I’m still tired. This is normally the middle of the night for me because I work nights.
The knock gets louder. I look at the envelope on the table stuffed with Tiny’s money. If it’s a bill collector, I could give him what I owe and maybe he won’t shut the gas or the electricity or the water off.
No. I have to give Tiny his money back. I tuck my head under the pillow. Hopefully, it’s the gas guy. I can live without hot water for a while.
“Nancy,” a voice growls, which arouses me but I don’t make a sound. It’s Tiny and I’m not sure I want to face him right now. My conscience is not clear about what happened between us yesterday.
He knocks harder.
I keep my head under the pillow. Last night was sweet but when I think about the pants I’m still wearing, pants that belong to someone else, I can’t contain how annoyed I am with him—not that I have a right to be. He doesn’t belong to me.
Peeping from under the pillow, I look at the envelope of cash once more. He says he has a lot of sex and he’s a sex therapist. “Rrrr,” I softly groan into the pillow. In my mind, he’s not a sex therapist, he’s an overpaid manwhore. Sure, I’m a dancer, but I don’t sleep with my clients.
“Nancy, open up,” he demands, pounding loudly this time.
I really wish he would stop. The walls of this building are so thin, he’s going to arouse the neighbors.
I hear a click from beyond the hall. “Hey man, can I help you?” questions a familiar voice that is abnormally agitated.
Ah shit. Too late. I slide my feet off the bed to plant them on the floor and get up. Tossing the pillow aside, I march towards the door.
“I’m here to see Nancy Berkeley,” responds Tiny. “Do you know if she’s home?”
“What do you need to see her for?” responds Alex, my cute-but-way-too-young-for-me-neighbor, sounding a bit possessive.
I open the door, catching the attention of both men. “Tiny. Hi.” I smile. Wow, he looks amazing in his gray business suit and silver tie—like platinum.
“Do you know this guy?” asks Alex, stepping up to Tiny. Alex is only eighteen and I’m sure Tiny could break tall-but-lean Alex in half, but like a true fighter, Tiny’s bigger size wouldn’t hold Alex back.
“I’m a friend,” replies Tiny, stepping up to Alex as well. Noses are flaring and I need to do something before the bulls begin to charge.
I put my hand on Alex’s bare chest as I come between them and nudge my butt back against Tiny to urge him into my apartment. “It’s okay, Alex. This is Don. He’s an old friend from high school. How’s your mother? Don’t you have school today?”
Alex continues to eye up Tiny as he talks to me. “I couldn’t afford a sitter for today.”
“Oh! Wait here a minute.” I turn to go back into my apartment, grabbing Tiny’s hand to pull him in with me. I pull out a chair and push on Tiny’s shoulder to encourage him to sit down at the table, which he does. Digging my hands into the envelope, I pull out a couple of hundred-dollar bills and walk back to the front door, shutting it behind me as I exchange a few words with Alex while giving him the money.
“I’m going to pay you back one day for all this,” says Alex, scratching his head of thick black hair above blue eyes. The kid needs a haircut.
“I don’t want you to worry about that,” I tell him. “Just promise me you’ll make it to graduation, okay?”
He reluctantly takes the money, because he really has no choice. “Okay.”
“Promise?”
Alex smiles. “I promise.”
I grab Alex by the shoulders and tip up on my toes to plant a kiss on his forehead. He smiles with a blush, his dimples showing. “Give mom a kiss for me. I have to talk to my friend.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with that guy?” Alex asks. Always the protector. Always in caretaker mode.
“I’m fine,” I smile, though I hope Alex can’t hear the uncertainty in my voice.
Alex departs and I stand in the hallway to make sure he goes back into his own apartment. Once the latch clicks, I immediately run back into my own. I head straight towards the envelope where some of the cash has fallen loosely on the table. Stuffing the money inside, I pick up the envelope and attempt to hand it all back to Tiny, holding it out to him.
“I took three hundred dollars, but I’ll pay you back.”
Tiny stands up, grabbing the envelope, and slams it on the table. “Why’d you give the kid the money? I thought you needed the money.”
“I do.”
Tiny’s eyes narrow.
“I-I mean, I did,” I stutter.
His nose flares.
“Okay, we both do,” I admit. “But Alex needs it more today than I do.”
“Why?” Tiny looks furious. “The kid is young. He’s an able-bodied, healthy, young adult male. Why are you supporting him? It’s like you haven’t changed—letting people run all over you. The kid can get a job, so why are you giving him my money.”
His money. When Tiny gave the money to me, he said I could have it.
I run my hand down my face. “He does have a job. He washes dishes at night and takes care of his mother. He’s eighteen but he’s still in high school. His mother had a stroke just a few days after his birthday earlier this year and she’s bedridden now. Alex is the only family she has, so he has to take care of her. I try to help by paying for sitters to come sit with her while he’s at work and at school because she can’t be left alone.”
I cross my arms. Tiny seems unmoved as if he doesn’t care. How can he not care?
“Alex wants to go into the medical profession one day. It’s his dream now. You can understand that, can’t you, Tiny? How important it is for a young person to follow their dreams? Or at least, to finish school? The kid can’t even afford to go to his own prom.”
“I didn’t go to prom.”
The announcement shocks me. Looking him over, I’d forgotten that Tiny was once chubby and I wonder how many girls would’ve stood in line to take him to prom if they’d known he grow into becoming a heartthrob. The transition itself is appealing. To think of what he does to stay in shape—the determination, the exercise, the sweat. Oh, and the shaving. Oh fuck, did I like watching him shave. The memory makes me hot. I wipe my hairline with the back of my hand. His smooth jaw is making me sweat.
I shy away, taking a few steps in reverse to stand next to my bed. “Why not?” I ask because I am curious though I feel absolutely horrible for not even noticing whether Tiny was at prom or not. Prom was like a rite of passage. Everyone, nerds included, should go to their senior prom.
Tiny chuckles, putting his hands on the back of the chair to lean on it. “NIM had already formulated its long-term goals by the end of senior year. We decided prom was a waste of time and a distraction.”
“Right.” I swallow, crossing my arms. “NIM.”
I eye him in his fancy suit. One foot has crossed over the other, the front tip of his shoe rests on my worn vinyl floors, and I notice the sole of his shoe is almost as shiny as the top. It irritates me a little that Tiny thinks NIM was that much smarter than the rest of us as if going to prom and getting dressed up made you some kind of dummy. “Are you saying you didn’t attend prom because you were too smart, too good for high school?”
“C’mon, Nancy,” his face drops, looking at the floor. “High school was horrible for us. Missing prom was a decision NIM made in hopes of being that much closer to—” His eyes wander back up to gaze at me.
I blush. “To what?”
He lets go of the chair and puts his hands in his pockets, walking closer. Slowly, Tiny struts coming forward. Continually eyeing me.
“To what?” I ask again, my body leaning back becoming weak as he approaches but my tone, still strong, says I demand to know.
He’s in front of
me now. His chest in front of my face. He picks up my chin with a knuckle and I get caught in his gaze.
“To realizing our dreams,” he finishes.
I lick and bite my bottom lip, which he releases, tugging it free with his thumb.
“Did you fuck him?”
I flinch. What? Where the hell did that come from? Tiny is beginning to sound a lot like my abuser exboyfriend. “Fuck who? What are you talking about?”
Tiny sticks his hands back in his pockets and rolls on his heels, back and forth. His face and his lips are but an inch from me swaying in and out of my space as he breathes down on me as well. “Did you fuck the kid? Alex?”
“What? No! He’s a child.”
“He’s eighteen.”
Where in the hell is this coming from?
“He’s a baby. Alex is a boy. I’m practically his other mother.”
“Is that why he’s wearing my pendant?”
Holy shit! I completely forgot. Alex has been wearing the pendant Tiny gave me for months now. I didn’t even notice it when we were all in the hall together moments ago.
I fall back to plant my butt on the bed. “Please don’t be upset.”
For some reason, I’m not surprised that pendant means so much to Tiny. I try to convince him how much the pendant meant to me, which is why I had to keep it hidden from Dickie Mueller before Dickie went to jail. But even after Dickie was killed in prison, I continued to keep the pendant hidden. I didn’t want to lose it until last year when I knew I had to give it to Alex because Alex needed it.
“After Alex’s mom had the stroke, the kid couldn’t afford to eat. I gave him the pendant to pawn but instead, the kid put it on and he’s worn it ever since.”
“So, you never wore it.”
I smirk. “Of course, I never wore it. I had to hide it. If Dickie ever saw me wear that thing again after the date I had with you, he would’ve...” I cover my eyes. Just talking about it brings me back to a time where I fear I might get smacked around again, caught in the violent storm that was Dickie Mueller. And to think the poor kid that Dickie killed could’ve been me. Or worse. It could’ve been Tiny.
Tiny runs his thumb down the side of my face.
My eyes well up. "If it means that much to you, I’ll replace it. Okay? I’ll pay you back the money I gave to Alex.”
Tiny grips under my chin, shaking his head. “Jesus Christ, Nancy. You know damn well I don’t need the pendant or the money back.”
I fight against his hand to pull my chin down, to stare at Tiny’s belt buckle straight ahead, right in front of my face. “What do you want then?” I reach for the center of his belt, “because I feel like I have to repay you somehow and I know you want more than just a dance.”
He flicks my hand away and fists my hair at the back of my head. He leans in. His breath is hot. “You think I want to fuck you. Is that what you think I want?”
I nod. I’m fairly confident that’s what he wants and I’m fine paying such a price, but only because its Tiny.
“Oh, baby,” he shakes his head as if he can read on my face what I’m thinking. “I want so much more than that.”
“But you still want to fuck me.”
“I do.”
“Because you still want me to repay you.”
“That I do, too.”
“You want to punish me. Don’t you?” I ask.
“Mhm,” he groans, reaching for his belt buckle.
“You want to punish me for abandoning you while you took that beating, which I admit I shamefully may have encouraged.”
He pauses. “Do you truly feel ashamed? Are your feelings genuine? Do you really regret leaving the poor kid, the nerd, the geek, me, to get put in the hospital by your boyfriend?”
I come to the belief that there is nothing I can say to this man that will make him believe how sorry I am. Despite all he has accomplished, he still hurts and there’s no certificate or diploma or doctorate degree that would convince him to let go and forgive me unless...
I reach out to finish undoing the buckle for him and once the clasp is loose, I roll over onto my stomach so my legs are hanging off the bed and my ass is raised to poke up at him. I lay one cheek against the mattress, outstretch my arms, and grip the comforter between my fingers to brace myself. “You can punish me, Tiny.”
My hips are grabbed then pulled slightly so a gap comes between my legs and the bed. The stretchy red pants are gripped at my waist and tugged until they lift off my butt and are pushed down to gather at my ankles where I kick the pants off. As fingers stroke up the back of my thighs while Tiny comes to standing, a soft kiss lands dead center on my right bottom butt cheek. The sweet press of Tiny’s lips makes my heart flutter once again. My heart practically grows wings and is ready to fly right out of my chest, until my ribcage stiffens, trapping my heart within when I hear the quick draw of Tiny’s belt as he pulls the strapped leather free of the pant loops at his waist.
I bury my face in the mattress and I notice how bad my legs are shaking. Oh God! I’m really going to let him do this. What the fuck am I thinking? He’s a doctor—a sex therapist. He might be skilled in S&M and shit.
I make a quick plea with the first excuse I can conjure so maybe he’ll take it easy on me. “Tiny, please don’t belt me too hard. The walls are thin in this building. I don’t want all my neighbors to hear.”
“Belt you?” Tiny laughs before I hear the clunk of the clasp of his belt hit the floor. “I’m not going to belt you, Nancy. I’m fucking in love with you. I might put my hand across your ass just enough to see it jiggle because it fascinates me but I would never hurt you like that unless of course, you begged me to.”
He plants a kiss on my butt cheek again and then on my other one. The sweet sensation brings up on my toes. “No,” he groans. “I could never belt that beautiful ass. Smack your ass, yes. But I’m not going to do that right now.” He rubs my round globe with his palms before taking a finger to slide up and down my slit. “Right now, I’m going to fuck you.”
I hear Tiny’s zipper come down and he sticks his shiny shoe on the inside of my right foot. He nudges my leg outward. I tiptoe wider. My heart is aflutter once again, but not because he’s about to fuck me. No. It’s because he just said he’s in love with me.
I bury my smile in the comforter. I don’t know why I don’t want him to see me smiling. Perhaps because I’m not ready to admit all my wrongs and despite all that I’ve done, I’m elated he still wants me as desperately as he did when we were kids.
He bounces the blunt head of his hard length off the top of my ass then slides the head up and down my inner, already dripping wet, slit.
“Are you ready to scream, Nancy?”
Scream? He’s serious! “Not too hard, Tiny. I mean it. I don’t want my neighbors to hea—”
My mouth comes open as my hair is fisted, my head pulled back, and fingers—not one, not two, but three fingers enter me. I’m pumped a few times until the fingers, soaked, are pulled out to swirl around my hole. Slipping his fingers back in, I gasp as Tiny wiggles his fingers inside me and then withdraws again to swirl my labia with more of my own juice. The repeat process makes my legs tremble but he keeps repeating the plunge, wiggle, swirl until I’m slick across the length of my entire crease.
“Mmph, fuck,” I mumble as all three fingers rub back and forth across my clit.
“Fuck? Did you say ‘fuck,’ Nancy? Do you want me to fuck you now?”
“Mmm. Yeah. Please.” I’m begging. Fuck, I need to get fucked.
Tiny grips my hip with one hand as the tip of his erection presses against my soaked hole. He enters me and I’m immediately filled with ecstasy. My pulse quickens with each stroke of his huge mass.
“Oh, Nancy,” he moans. “You’re so beautiful even from behind. I wish you could see this change you’re having. Your soft pink flesh is getting rosier with each one of my strokes. Does it feel good, baby?”
“Y-yeah,” I mutter and it does feel good. I hav
en’t been fucked in years!
He withdraws, flipping me over and pulling my legs to wrap around him. Swiping his callouses across my skin, he swipes his hand down my body until his thumb finds the swollen nub at the apex of my crease and he rubs. Massaging my breast with his other hand, my head falls to the side as I close my eyes to enjoy this kneading at my tit with simultaneous friction at my clit.
Electricity sparks from within and I’m entered. Tiny fills me with his thickness, penetrating slowly at first. It makes me moan. But as my body tightens with increasing arousal, Tiny increases his pace. Removing his hand from my breast, he grips my leg for leverage and now he’s banging, slamming into me. My moan becomes a siren and I’m near climax when he withdraws.
What the fuck? “Tiny!” I scream.
“Shh,” he coos keeping his eyes fixed at the crease between my legs. “You’re going to disturb the neighbors.”
“Fuck the neighbors!” I shout. “I was near coming.”
“I know,” he chuckles to himself and bites his bottom lip, continuing to keep his gaze on my pussy.
“If you knew, then why would you stop?” I want to know. I need to know. I’d rather get belted than be left hanging. I try to pull my legs away but he grips them painfully tight, keeping them spread around him.
“No, no,” he says. “Just let me look at it for a moment.”
“Look at what?” I feel so empty. I wish he would just fill me up again.
“Your hole is twitching, Nancy. It’s so hot and red.”
Tiny grabs a hold of his erection, running the tip up and down along my crease. From the base to the apex he teases. Up and down, up and down, he rubs. With each encroaching glide of his head towards my hole, I ready myself to be entered but he doesn’t and I find myself becoming emotional with such teasing.
“Tiny?” I speak softly.
He smiles wickedly to himself, putting just enough circling pressure at the base of my crease to drive me mad because he’s refusing to go all the way in. “You want it, don’t you?” He finally looks up devilishly.